Cizoe Poetry

DIS-RE-PAIR

noreply@blogger.com (Cizoe) — Mon, 23 Apr 2018 19:49:00 +0000

She slowly sits down

And watches you across the table

She watches your mouth open and shut

All she hears is the racing of her heart.

You talk and make her feel comfortable

She feels that she can tell you anything

Against her better judgment, she lets you in

Tells you her inner secrets

Tells you her inner fears

You sit and listen to her

She pours it all out

She goes further and opens that inner door

It contains her insecurities and despairs

Her past hurts and pains

She’s unsure but you are quick to reassure her.

Her loads lightens and she bears it all out

She feels like a log has been lifted

And her pain is out

She can finally heal

And she talks and talks and talks and talks

Your hands offer reassurance

And your hugs offer security

She knows she has found a good place.

Later she starts to notice something is out of place

The phone goes unanswered

Her messages are not replied

Promises are made

And just as easily broken

One day she sees you

And breaks into a smile

She starts to approach you

But you walk away

She thinks maybe you didn’t see her.

She calls you

Sees you pick up your phone

Switch off the screen

And put it down

All the blood drains from her face

As it dawns on her

This is another day in paradise.

She will get through the shame

She will pull through the despair

She can manage the hurt

But she won’t forget the disappointment and the pain of being honest.

©cizoe, 2018

A cizoepoetry collection

I!

noreply@blogger.com (Cizoe) — Tue, 06 Feb 2018 08:56:00 +0000

I’m stuck in this place

There are no windows

There are no doors

I scream for help

But all I hear is my eco

I hear breathing nearby

I call

And there is no answer

I keep calling

And still, there is no answer

But I can still hear the breathing

I can hear your heartbeat

Why don’t you answer?

Why don’t you help?

Can you hear me?

Someone help me?

Please.

It feels like I’m drowning

I can’t breathe

Something is choking me

Draining the life out of me

I’m losing my strength

I’m using the will to fight

I’m so tired.

©cizoe, 2017

A cizoepoetry collection

S.A.M.E Y.O.U

noreply@blogger.com (Cizoe) — Tue, 17 Oct 2017 10:04:00 +0000

So I was minding my own business when I bumped into you.

Seeing you again was quite a surprise

Considering we both fell off the face of the earth

And lost contact

Actually, I deliberately lost all contact.

Seeing you once again brought up all these emotions

You haven’t changed one bit

You talk the same

Smile the same

Tease the same

And make me blush

Naughty! Naughty!

I thought I had dealt with you

I thought that moving on with someone else would help forget you

Oh, I was so darn wrong.

All that happened is the feeling became dormant

Now I can’t stop thinking about you

What may and may not have been.

Those few minutes that I looked into your eyes

I saw questions and statements and queries and more questions

Things you’d like to ask but are afraid to ask

Things I’d like to say but I’m afraid to say

Maybe we’ll bump into each other again

And this time I’ll make you make it worthwhile.

A cizoepoetry collection

TO THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY!

noreply@blogger.com (Cizoe) — Wed, 16 Nov 2016 18:04:00 +0000

Some time ago I poured out my feelings

And said what I felt

As time went by I got cold feet

Later became aloof

And disappeared for a while.

I was scared of you

Scared of the depth of what I felt

Scared of commitment

Scared of pain and hurt

And most of all

I was scared of letting myself go.

I took time away to deal with it

Deal with my feelings

Deal with my pain

Deal with my obsession

Deal with my heart

Deal with my demons.

I know I hurt you

I know I was cold

The silence said it all

Silence has a way of being loud

It wasn’t you, it was me

I know that line is a cliché.

If I had let you in would you have understood?

I don’t do what if’s

But you’re the exception

Chances of you reading this are slim

But I would love to have one last talk with you

Lord knows how much I miss you

Texting you the other day and you replying back

Brought back all the unresolved emotions

I miss that smile

I miss the hearty laugh

And most of all I miss that *wink*

As much as I hate to admit it

A part of my heart loves you.

A cizoepoetry collection.

LOCKDOWN!

noreply@blogger.com (Cizoe) — Wed, 29 Jun 2016 13:45:00 +0000

You never know what you have until you’ve lost it

If it got lost then you didn’t really care

That’s where I am headed

I cared

Now I don’t

I don’t give a damn

I liked you

I loved you

I wanted you

I waited for you

You took advantage

Treated me like trash

I forgave

And kept forgiving

How long was I supposed to keep doing that?

I ain’t an angel

Neither a fool

My heart is on lockdown

This is the end of my road

©cizoe, 2016

A cizoepoetry collection

GHOST!

noreply@blogger.com (Cizoe) — Wed, 15 Jun 2016 08:46:00 +0000

Was this supposed to be a one-time thing

My favorite one

What did you take me for?

Was l just another side dish?
Some dessert
Before your main meal?
Was I not good enough for u?
You should have said this
Other than tormenting my brain
Thinking that the feeling was mutual
Why didn't you tell me from the very start
That you Were not ready For this?
If you no longer pick my calls
When I want to know how u are fairing,
What will happen when I texted you about some child support.

Before ...

You get her to marry you tomorrow
Please let me know what I did that was wrong...
Wait...
Was is my relatively dark skin?
Was is my IQ?
Was it my inner being?
Was it the lines on my head?
What made it a one-time thing?
Why her and not me?

Probably ...
I should have been mentally protected
Other than just physical protection
So I'll stay under the sheets
Till that sunset
That wedding sunset the two of you will watch
For it couldn't have been us...

Written by Poet Flani Qui

JUST A LITTLE!

noreply@blogger.com (Cizoe) — Sat, 28 May 2016 12:25:00 +0000

I sit there

Stare at you

I tilt my head to one side

As I listen to you

I listen as you speak

When actually

I watch your lips as you speak

I watch as you form every syllable

O pick up every word you say

Store it in my database

For another day.

I press record when you leave

I replay every conversation in my head

If I let you into my head

You’d think I’m one crazy lady

You reside in my head

Yet haven’t started to pay rent

You sit there like you own it

You touch me like you own me

You hold me like you demand to.

They say when you meet that person

You want to shout about it from the mountain tops

Well I could if I would but

You took my vocal cords away

And left me speechless.

So I will keep you to myself a little longer

Hold you to me a little tighter

Caress you a little longer

Kiss you a little deeper

Let you take me to that deep, deep place

Where only you and I reside

That place that we call ours

It’s somewhere between there and here

That place far from reality

That place where we can take the M+E and make it a U+S.

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

Anyway, forget all I said I was just rambling.

©thelma migue, 2016

A cizoepoetry collection

TORN

noreply@blogger.com (Cizoe) — Wed, 04 May 2016 06:18:00 +0000

There we go again

Heart ripped

Torn to shreds

Cords dangling

Tried CPR

Nothing

Tried pumping

Nothing.

Tears flow

No ebb and flow

Another loss

Time lost

Wrists torn

Flesh worn.

Chapter closed

Door shut

Windows closed

Silence

Nothing.

Can you hear that?

No?

Shhh listen carefully

Can you hear it?

That’s the beat of my heart fading.

A cizoepoetry collection

TIRED!

noreply@blogger.com (Cizoe) — Wed, 20 Apr 2016 05:39:00 +0000

I said no

Not maybe

Not tomorrow

Certainly not yes

It simply means no.

How many times do I have to say this?

It doesn’t matter if you buy flowers

It doesn’t matter if you use your sweetest voice

It doesn’t matter how charming you are

I still don’t feel you.

You say I will never know if I am missing out on a good thing

Well I know one thing

That good thing you talk about

It ain’t you

It doesn’t exist

Try that line on the girl I saw you trying to charm yesterday.

You talk about wedding bells

You talk about having kids

You talk about making a home

All I see is a dude trying to score

If you didn’t interest me yesterday

Then you certainly won’t today.

Your eyes tell a different story

I see the way you look at me

I see the way you lick your lips

I see the way you look at my curves

You have that same look just before the kill.

I know hunting is in your blood

You won’t stop until you get what you want

Even the lion knows when it’s been beat

Get gone and stay gone

I ain’t interested

My no definitely means no.

A cizoepoetry collection.

CURIOUS!

noreply@blogger.com (Cizoe) — Thu, 14 Apr 2016 10:37:00 +0000

Does he take time, to shower or use a bucket filled with water and splashes it on himself?

Does he towel dry himself slowly or shake himself dry?

Does he apply lotion on himself or to him the water is more than enough to moisturize his skin?

Does he pick a fresh pair of boxers or does he recycle last weeks?

Does he count the strokes as he brushes his teeth or just splatter the toothpaste on the brush, stick it in his mouth and mechanically perform the act?

Does he choose the clothes he wears or does he pick the first thing he sees or the shirt he wore yesterday and smells the armpits?

Does he take his time and chose the jeans to wear or does he pick the roughest and most faded?

Does he pick the cleanest and whitest socks in his sock draw?

Does he have a sock draw or he tosses them around his room?

Is his room untidy with everything strewn everywhere or is it neat and ready for inspection?

Does he apply aftershave? If he does it must be odorless.

Does he brush his hair with careful strokes or put his hands through it?

Does he brush is shoes or blow the dust off, wear them and think they will get cleaner as he walks?

Is he one of those guys of those guys who takes his time or is he one who throws his clothes around while looking through the pile while frantically looking for something to wear?

I am curious how he does it, but men those puppy socks are so white.

A cizoepoetry collection

SHHH!

noreply@blogger.com (Cizoe) — Thu, 07 Apr 2016 20:17:00 +0000

I can’t get enough of you

Your smell is arousing

Your touch sensual

I want to feel you every day

I want to touch you every time

I want you near me

I take you with me

And keep you near me

You are closer than my heart.

You touch the deepest part of my soul

You bring out every crazy emotion

In short

You are that missing link

But,

In a flash, there you go

Leaving me alone

Wanting more

Yearning for the next time I get to see you

And repeat the process again.

Can I touch you one last time?

Can I hold you one last time?

Well …

……………………………………………………

Reading my favorite book is always a pleasure.

What did you think I was talking about?

Tihi! J

A cizoepoetry collection

CAUTIOUS!

noreply@blogger.com (Cizoe) — Tue, 22 Mar 2016 08:07:00 +0000

Just like a kid

Savoring the candy

Taking my time to enjoy it

Taking my time to taste it

Savoring every time I suck it

Trying to figure out the different flavors

I don’t want to spoil it.

Like the yesterday, today and tomorrow

I pick the petals

Are you it?

Are you not?

Are you it?

Are you not?

I play the game.

Slowly I touch you

Carefully I read you

Not letting myself get ahead of things

Every phrase you utter

I have wanted it

Every question you ask

I have asked why I wasn’t asked

Every touch

I have craved for it

It’s like

It’s almost

Sigh!

Pain holds me

Desire wants out

The mind says hold on

The heart says let go

I have met many

Loved many

Are you the mirror?

A cizoepoetry collection.

ENIGMA

noreply@blogger.com (Cizoe) — Thu, 03 Mar 2016 06:29:00 +0000

Darker than chocolate

Smoother than silk

Whiter than the sand on the beach

Your gaze is like the cobra

When I move

You move

You mimic me

Or is it I that mimics you?

Your voice deep and sensual

Your touch soft and gentle

Your lies subtle

You spin your web so well

I am awed by your presence.

©thelma migue, 2016

A cizoepoetry collection.

#blueblackchronicles

DECISIONS!

noreply@blogger.com (Cizoe) — Sun, 06 Dec 2015 20:55:00 +0000

Looking through the window,

You draw me in,

Resist I must,

Resist I can’t,

I want you,

Not for the moment,

Not for an hour, minute or a second,

I want you now.

I get a whiff of you,

My nostrils come alive,

My body gets goose bumps all over,

I smile secretly.

Touch,

Steal just a little taste,

My lips brush you,

No time to loose,

Must I give up in,

Must I give up,

Can’t I have both?

Pretty please.

I get down on my knees,

Wish upon my lucky star,

Nothing’s easy,

Nothing’s perfect,

I want both,

Like a kid in the candy store,

I want all.

All shiny and rough.

Comfortable and gruff,

Soft and tough,

“Excuse miss? That will be a total 2000.” says the attendant

“Huh?” I reply

“Your total is 2000 for the two books.” Repeats the attendant

“Oh yeah! Sorry.” I say as I hand him the cash.

“Have a good day,” He says

“Yeah,” I mumble as I walk out and bump into ...

A cizoepoetry collection.

ENEMY WITHIN!

noreply@blogger.com (Cizoe) — Tue, 26 May 2015 00:10:00 +0000

I can't say I love him,

I won't deny it,

He means more to me,

More than life,

I can’t tell him,

I choose not to let him know.

Why? You ask,

Why? I ask,

Good question,

Why can't I let him know?

Letting him know means letting go,

Declaring my love to him makes me his slave,

Professing my love for him makes me weak,

In that weakness,

I begin to resent him,

In resenting him,

I resent me.

I begin to hate what I am,

What I saw in him and most of all what I love about him.

I start to push him away,

I keep to myself,

Keep away from him and later avoid him.

I will cry for him,

Yearn got him,

Crave for him,

Hate myself for letting him walk,

All of this I do in secret.

My soul is cold,

Mt heart is stone,

It’s funny,

What I long for is what I loathe most.

I am my own enemy.

A cizoepoetry collection

HER!

noreply@blogger.com (Cizoe) — Wed, 03 Dec 2014 09:57:00 +0000

I roll my eyes

Type my fears

Almost feels like the end is near

My ears are tired from hearing and listening

My fingers are tired from all the typing.

I look out of the window

There she is

Carefree as the birds

Sweet as a dove

Innocent as the baby born last night

Her smile is genuine

You can see the shine in her eyes

You can see the twinkle in her smile

Her lips are pink with a touch of red

From the bite of her teeth

She sings in a tuneless tone

But it has a lot of soul

She speaks to the birds

Whispers to the bees

Whistles with the wind

All the while strolling through the field

Her hair glows in the sun

It flows down her back

Sways back and forth

As she dances to a beat that only she can hear

Her heart has not been scared

It is whole with no trace of hurt, regret or pain

I wish she could stay that way

Never cry

Never hear a lie

Never die

Live her life in that happy bubble

Surrounded by love and life

A cizoepoetry collection

NO TITLE!

noreply@blogger.com (Cizoe) — Wed, 19 Nov 2014 13:38:00 +0000

It has been a while since i saw you

It has been a while since I spoke to you

Last night you came knocking at my door

I let you in

You kissed me

Caressed me

Your touch and kisses

Reminded me of how much I have missed you

It has been so long since a man touched me like you do

You know all the right spots

How to get me mourning

When to make me cry

How to stop me breathing

Your appetite is insatiable

We don’t need to talk

The eyes say it all

My response is the answer

Over and over you go

Playing with me

Exploring me

Teaching me

Our minds are in sync

It has been like this since I can remember

You are the reason I sin, fall and get up again

You are the air that I breathe

You are the reason I am alive

Godammit you are so bad

But taste so damn good

Stay with me

We can watch the sunrise and watch it set

Eat, breathe and drink love

What do you say?

Say yes…

All this would be true

If that damn alarm clock didn’t have to wake me up from this dream.

A cizoepoetry collection.

CHINA DOLL!

noreply@blogger.com (Cizoe) — Wed, 20 Aug 2014 08:20:00 +0000

You have this notion,
You have this perception,
You have this idea,
That,
I can't do this,
I can't do that,
It's way beyond my thinking capacity.
Please!

I ain't fragile,
I ain't breakable,
I ain't that girl who you seem to think can't think,
I ain't for show,
I sure ain't for display.

You can't pick me up when the need be,
Put me back when you see fit,
If you can't handle me being me,
I sure ain't going to fit in "your" world,
Oh no!
If you can't take me as i am,
Please walk out the door.

DO I?

noreply@blogger.com (Cizoe) — Fri, 25 Apr 2014 09:05:00 +0000

Do i make your heart bleed?

Do i make you plead?

Do i make you scream my name in the middle of the night?

Do i make you feel so good inside to the point you want to die?

Do i make you believe?

Do i take you so far?

Do i make you see visions or is your vision blurry?

Do i make you ask for more, need more, yearn more and plead more?

Do i make you feel so good you want to hold on so tight till your hands begin to ache and your legs shake to the snake dance?

Do i make you think about me 24/7 and in every waking moment you want me next to you, close to you, a part of you but i am apart from you?

Do i make you reach out, scream my name, hold your pain and maybe bleed in vain?

Do i?

I see your eyes dilate.

I see your fingers do the itchy dance dying to touch me.

I see your lips part in anticipation.

I see you undress me in your mind.

I see it all.

You want it all.

But,

Do i?

A cizoepoetry collection.

YOU CAN RUN, BUT HIDE? NO!

noreply@blogger.com (Cizoe) — Fri, 04 Apr 2014 19:44:00 +0000

{POETA}
I had to stand in the mirror to confirm if I was really.. Me,
For I've been named sasha in a world that's so fierce,
To tell you the truth,
I have lied in a court that actually proved my innocence.
But I still found myself locked behind the metalluic door - conscience....

{CIZOE POETRY}
I am not ready to see myself,
Let alone face the world,
My mind is a battle field,
Thoughts that keep shooting bullets,
Hiting where it hurts most.
The demons have come out to play,
This time they are loaded with ammunition,
that's worse than a nuclear weapon,
Free me from this prison,
Free me from this invisible prison,
Pour the blood of Jesus on me,
Free me from this mental slavery.

{POETA}
They don't try to be me,
I try to be them,
I cry for i can't beat them but join them,
Cocooned in a lions den and my name ain't Daniel,
Must i eat their fun,
but choke in pain,
Mental i may be but they are out and i am insane,
I wore a dress to feel like a woman,
But i just needed to man up,
Water fell my love for you through the valley of death,
Just to quench your heart desires
But you were an angel in disguise.
I need out!!

{CIZOE POETRY}
Locked in chains,
Shackled in leg irons,
I stole, begged and fought for you,
I wanted to fit in.
I thought fitting in meant
Imitating you,
Thinking like you,
Partaking in your vices,
I was so wrong.
When you walked,
Said you were tired,
Had your fill,
And your belly was full,
I was left empty and alone with nothing,
Just my broken soul.
When shit hit the fan,
And you ran,
I realized you were toxic,
Worse than the chemical with the skeleton,
I am wading through the muck,
Finding my way through it all,
I heard you were asking about me,
Don't worry about me,
I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole,
Trust me,
I thank God i met you,
You taught me,
The only trust i can trust is the rubber called trust.
You need out,
Please speed out,
I need my peace,
Peace i'm out.

{POETA}
Hmmm women....... Life!

Written by ©Poeta and ©Cizoe Poetry.

DRIFTING APART...

noreply@blogger.com (Cizoe) — Tue, 25 Feb 2014 02:00:00 +0000

We never knew how it happened but it happened still,
We just drifted away from each other.
Slowly, softly and quietly,
Just like that,
We became apart.
Years came and went
and before we knew it,
we were many valleys, ridges and chasms apart.

At first it was easy to apportion,
blame on tight work schedules,
endless commitments and anything else that easily came our way and looked like an easy excuse was promptly snapped up as a handy prop to fend our silly explainations,
but we were actually lying to ourselves,
glad for the momentary
escape from the truth.

Now we are many years apart,
many miles adrift and many hearts so far away from each other,
Was it meant to be this way?
If so,
I will know peace
And if not,
I will still steel myself for the illicit stolen moments.

And these were the thoughts that swam through her mind,
As she sipped black and potent coffee late at night,
While blankly watching CNN,
Like a sweet and compromised zombie.

Written by Ayoub Mzee Mzima

LOVE PRINT.

noreply@blogger.com (Cizoe) — Thu, 13 Feb 2014 23:35:00 +0000

Like a thief in the night,
You stole my heart,
Broke into my cage,
Broke the glass,
Took my property.

Like a begger,
You begged for a favor,
Our eyes met,
My lips parted,
Your words became mine.

Like a moth to a flame,
Your current drew me,
Like a spider in a web,
Caught in the trap,
The more i fight,
The tighter the bond.

Like a policeman,
You burst in,
Arrested me,
Sentenced me,
My crime,
Forbidden love.

You are all over my heart,
Like a bad rash,
You left your love print,
Like a tatoo,
It is permanent.

Someone help me,
Slap me with reality,
Spank me with reason,
Before i drown.

A cizoepoetry collection.

GUARDIAN ANGEL.

noreply@blogger.com (Cizoe) — Mon, 10 Feb 2014 07:16:00 +0000

Come here child,
I see tears in your eyes,
You are hurt,
Your heart is bleeding,
Don't worry,
Lay your head on my chest,
While i wrap my wings of love around you.

Everynight you cry,
Everyday you bleed,
I stand beside you,
You are helpless,
Asking the why's.

Self doubt sets in,
The dark gets darker,
Can't see the light,
Wonder if it was worth it,
Walked the stony path,
Got hurt and brusied.

I hold your hand,
Stroke your hair,
Dry your tears,
My heart aches for you,
My wings secure you with love,
I can't hold you back,
But,
I can guide you,
Be there for you,
Whisper assurance,
Fill you with hope,
Watch you as you sleep,
Chase the demons.

My work is to guard,
My work is to guide,
Our lifelines are entwined,
Your secrets are my secrets,
Your joys are my joys,
Your sorrows are my sorrows,
My love is unconditional,
I will always be beside you,
Till your last breath.

A cizoepoetry collection

MAKE UP!!

noreply@blogger.com (Cizoe) — Thu, 30 Jan 2014 11:57:00 +0000

Goofy smile on my face
Warm fuzziness making my heart pace
Thought it would never be able to replace
Smooth.....slow....soft
*Shakes*
Sigh
Brushes
Face all pink and flushed
My new makeup for today.

Excited when i hear that beep
Instantly getting back chills
The flow in our conversation
And the polite tease
Physically meeting gets us in a fixed trance
Us because we
Unknowingly confess
Of what we'd do
How we'd do
Talk, jump, sit, bum
And if we had just a chance
This one time you ask why
My heart is with another
But the constant beeps
Gets me this new makeup.

Written by Silent.

TONGUE TIED!

noreply@blogger.com (Cizoe) — Tue, 21 Jan 2014 03:24:00 +0000

Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want me?
Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't like this?
Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want more?
Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't lust?

I will look you in the eyes and tell you what my heart feels;
How it skips a beat when i hear the phone beep,
How it does jumping jacks when i see your caller ID,
How my tummy gets butterflies anticipating and waiting for your fly ass to pass by,
How my tummy gets the runners,
How my knees go weak when you speak,
How my skin feels like it has been electrocuted by your soft touch,
How my lips tingle after your kisses,
How time comes to a standstill when i look in your eyes and see them sparkling like the stars,
How my hands shake when i touch you,
How i feel so secure in your embrace,
How your voice sends shivers down my spine.

Boy, you have no idea how you have made this grown woman weak.

I could tell you this and more if i looked you in the eyes but

I am tongue tied.

A cizoepoetry collection